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A PrayerI am falling faster than I can pray.
Have I fallen into a snare, and become prey?
My predator has a face familiar, a touch soothing.
My God has gotten so distant so distant from me,
His voice my longing.
O You cannot be replaced by hugs and kisses,
The pleasure is my pain, my soul yells and my heart burns.
Darkness manifest itself, with a sting and burn on my flesh.
My eyes shine black, showcasing a heart of broken glass.
When will I stand, when will I stand
Tired of myself, tired of my deception?
When will I stand, when will I turn
When will I return to my Father's house?
When will I let Him wash the pig shit away,
Clean my filth, and clothe me afresh?
Will I just abide in this filth, in this dark town?
O how aware I have been made, of this shitty place,
What can I do?
No matter how tired I am of it, I cannot walk away from it.
No matter what I say, its grip never seems to be loosed.
O God, who can be saved, but those who wait?
Who can be saved, but those who cry for You?
The broken h
To Have, but Not PossessThough God may have promised
though I may have seen visions
until I release
I will never have.
Until my definition of have
is void of possess
I will never reach.
And even if I came to have
and had yet to release
I would not be able to enjoy
as I would, if I loss
the thought of possession.
Remembering DawnThe Darkness surrounds me
It beckons me
Trying to get me to surrender
To open my gates
For defeat me
But besiege me
It cannot take
But I can give
The Darkness surrounds me
With a mighty shout
A wave of terror
Came across the void
The King reassures
They cannot take
He sends His message
"I will come
To your rescue
The void beckons again
The war cry comes forth
Across the abyss
Comes fear again
The Darkness surrounds me
I hear Its shout
Such darkness before me
Where is the light
Another message comes
From the King
"I see your fear
I see your doubt
I am not far
Stay strong child
Remember the darkness
From which I saved you
The Darkness cannot
Unless you surrender
I am not far off
I will save you"
The Darkness surrounds me
But I will remember
The life of surrender
To the Darkness
From which the King
I will remember
Check Your HeadEmotional me? Emotional you!
Until I talk To you
We argue, we Fight
They were right
After all, I am no good
You cant make up
Say this, say that
Nothing gets done
You cry, you smile, you argue
What is wrong
With me? With you!
Why did we do this?
I am no good
That's what they Say
The need to ExpressFail fail fail
Fail fail fail
fail fail fail
fail fail fail
fail fail fail
fail fail fail
burn me down
rip me up
Cure My ProblemsBring me up. from the floor.
I lay there, stuck in bore
Join me, on this door.
Swing back and fore
The floor a door now world
We hug we curl we adore
In secret we hide the more
Lust for love, metamorph
Change into flirts and dwarfs
Take no action but wait for
The world, a floor a door.
Bodies pressed together
close as i can get to her
A simple hug, a Cure
A simple drug, from her.
It's a rat Clint x Reader It was a peaceful Saturday morning and your faithful husband slept soundly in the bedroom, until you ear piercing shrieks filled the air. Clint’s eyes snapped open and within seconds his loaded bow was in his hands as he headed for your location.
“What’s wrong?” He nearly shouted as his wide eyes swept over the room. When he found nothing he diverted his gaze to your trembling form in search of wounds. You stood on top of the kitchen table, your horror struck eyes flickered between your left leg and the far corner of the room. Clint placed his hand on your leg to try and jumpstart you after he checked the room once again.
“It was a rat, a big fat rat! Ugh, it was crawling on my leg and wouldn’t let go!”
Clint sighed once before bending down and picking up one of the biscuits that littered the floor. His aim followed your gaze and with a small flick of his wrist the piece of bread flew through the air.
Spider (BEN DrownedXReader)BEN was playing Call Of Duty on his X-box when you walked by and ruffled his hair after removing his hat.
“Hey!” BEN whined.
“What?” You shrugged innocently.
“Give me my hat” BEN shot you a playful glare. You rolled your eyes at him and dropped his hat back onto his messy hair. You shook your head when he turned back and resumed his game and walked up to your room that you both shared. Sighing you looked down at your now ripped favourite t-shirt while damning Jeff to hell for ripping it. Just as you were about to change you saw something move out of the corner of your eye. You turned and shrieked at the sight of the spider’s sitting on the floor. You ran downstairs and tackled BEN who yelped and fell over.
“What the hell?!” BEN exclaimed.
“There are spiders in our room! Go kill them!” You replied.
“Oh hell no!” BEN shook his head.
“BEN!” You whined shaking him by the shoulders.
“I hate spide
Beaming Spock (Star TrekXReader)You sat bored in the control room of the Enterprise as everyone left to gather supplies for the next voyage. You smirked when you saw Spock walk by the room and pressed a few buttons aiming to beam him from room to room. Spock walked with his hands behind his back whistling a tune thinking he was alone when suddenly he was beamed to the main room.
"What the hell?" Spock said to himself before shrugging and walking back out. You smirked again and beamed him to another room leaving him confused.
"Who is beaming me?!" Spock yelled as you beamed him again.
"This is for not killing that spider in my room" You smirked beaming him as far as you could from his destination. Spock let out a shout of anger and stormed into the room you were in.
"(Y/N)! WHO IS ON THIS SHIP?!" Spock demanded.
"Me, you and Scotty" You replied.
"Are you beaming me from room to room?!" Spock growled.
"No sir'" You lied while laughing menacingly on the inside.
"Thank you" Spock nodded before storming off to
Dear Bleach Fanfiction Authors Ch 8 - GrimmjowDear Bleach Fanfiction Authors,
Huh, bloody killings, vicious attacks, gratuitous cruelty, generally acting like a freakin’ asshole?
Actually, I think most of you got me spot on. (Although you kinda overdid it with all the cat stuff. I’m not an Adjuchas anymore, dammit!)
But you gotta write more stories with me smashing that damn shinigami into oblivion instead of fucking him!
Though… you sure make him look kinda pathetic when I’ve got him slammed against a wall. *psychotic grin* You gave me some ideas—now I just might play with him a little before I beat him to death.
And did you notice that I’m the only one of the Espada still alive? Hell, I outlived even that fuckin’ bastard Aizen and his two toadying flunkies. An’ if that wimp Ulquiorra had done what I said back in the beginning and killed the damn shinigami right at the start, then we woulda won. Fuckin’ Aizen thought he was so smart and look what happen
The Seven Devils of ChristmasIt’s almost Christmas; a time for family, traditions, making merry and goodwill to all men, right?
It’s a time of stress and frustration as you’re trying to get ready for the big day. So much to do, so many things to prepare and so little time to do it in, especially when you have to fit it all in around your job.
This is made all the more difficult due to there being seven devils hard at work, intent on making the run up to Christmas as difficult as possible.
The first one appears as soon as you decide to try and get ahead on your Christmas shopping. Your thoughts are to nip into town after you finish your shift and take advantage of late night opening, but this little devil thinks now would be a good time to make your car fail to start. Instead of running around the shops, snapping up bargains, you’re left stuck at work waiting for the Recovery Service to arrive. Of course, since you’re there, your boss will make sur
A Nose Like A Lie DetectorRedshasta included this wonderful piece of dialogue in one her comments. We were talking about Skins and their enhanced sense of smell, whether like dogs, they could smell someone's sex life, state of health, secret drinking problem and she came up with this gem of dialogue:
"What's the matter?"
"You don't smell fine. What's wrong?"
"Is it that guy you fucked yesterday? That Bob? Because I could totally settle him for you."
"No! I mean, I didn't- I mean, it's none of your business!"
"You know, I never thought Bob would be up for that kind of thing. After all, he's the human version of mated."
"Look, I really don't want to talk about this."
"Maybe you're not feeling well because of that infection. You know, if you need to go to a pharmacy, I could totally cover for you.
"Can we change the subject? Please?"
"So how's your sister? She still wears that awful perfume. You should tell her that she really shou
RWBY- We Swear It's Combat GearRWBY- We Swear It's Combat Gear
Part thirty-four of my RWBY series "Pollination: The Bumblebee and White Rose"
One of these combat suits isn't a contest entry. See if you can guess which one isn't like the others!
Velvet Scarlatina deals with an onslaught of "combat gear". Hilarity ensues.
"Penny, could you move Blake and Yang's bed over to the corner?" Ruby asks absentmindedly as she rummages behind a collapsable wall for changing clothes.
I stare at the bed. It's standard issue, and they're not so easily moved. "Of course, friend Ruby!" the girl responds with a robotic amount of joy and effortlessly pushes the bed over against the one that Ruby and Weiss share. She immediately calls to Ruby, "Task: Complete!" Gently placing her hands behind her back, she gleams with joy, unblinking.
"Woah." is all I can mutter. "How are you so strong, Penny?" I ask her with genuine curiosity. I'm totally not terrified of the possible answers.
"I am-" She begins.
"Combat ready!" She and Weiss finis
How To Be A Rebellious Teen* Dye your hair an outrageous colour
* Run away... and come back home two hours later when you're cold and hungry
* Roll your eyes and kiss your teeth at least one-hundred times a day
* A genuine laugh should be quickly covered up by a sarcastic "Lol.”
* Carry a mobile even if you have no friends to call
* Smile devilishly at a text message, even if it is just from your mum telling you to get your butt back home
* Grunt in reply to everything at all costs
* Wait sixty seconds before replying to anyone online/through text even if your fingers are hovering above the keys
* NEVER reply to the first call of your name.
* Act particularly deaf when confronted by your parents
* Always act like you dread the company of your parents, even if they are your only friends
* Exceed an hour on the phone even if you have nothing to say
* Have an account on every social networking site existing. You needn’t tell anyone only your little cousins ‘Friend’ you
* Call everyone
Ways To Cure BoredomAre you bored?
So bored, in fact, that you're contemplating reading Twilight - the worst book in the world?
Or watching Twilight - the worst movie in the world?
Or taking advice from this article - the worst Ways to cure Boredom in the world?
Then go right ahead - you must seriously be seriously bored so I won't stop you.
1) Play pen & paper games (0's and x's, Hangman, etc)
4) Write a short story or poem (preferably about boredom)
5) Draw (fashions, someone being bored, etc)
6) Investigate as to whether your local shopkeeper is a pervert
7) Write lists (like this one)
8) Call a sympathetic friend
9) Take a nap
10) Have a hot drink (tea, coffee, hot-chocolate)
11) Tackle a really stiff Maths equation
12) Invent your own knock-knock jokes
13) Light candles and cut yourself
14) Stitch the holes in your socks, cardi's stocking, etc
15) Prank-call people
16) Cause a completely unreasonable, whopping big argument on the internet
17) Count the hairs on your head
The Epic Chronicles of....Setting:
Two guys are lost in the desert. With the blazing sun frying what sanity they have left. The two men trek over the dunes.
Thus beginning The Epic Chronicles of Phil and Carl...and the Talking Twig.
Phil: (exhausted) Carl!
Carl: (exhausted) Yes, Phil?
Phil: We have been lost in the desert for a week now.
Carl: Yeah, so?
Phil: (angry) It's All your fault!
Carl: (disgusted) Oh, really! I suppose you losing the map is my fault!
Phil: I think the sun has fried the last of your braincells! You lost the map!
Carl: Have you gone nuts! You had the map! You also had the water!
Phil: Oh! I apologized for that, i was thirsty!
Carl: And the food!
Phil: I told you, a bear stole the food!
Carl: Yeah! A bear stole our food, IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DESERT!
Phil: NO! We were in a forest!
Carl: We were never in a forest!
Phil: Yes, we were!
Carl: When in the last week, no EVER, has there been a forest in the desert?
Phil: You calling me a liar!?
Carl: Yes! I am calling you a liar!
Twig: Guys! Guys!
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